Hi everyone! I'm back with book two of the Sandra Shade series! I'm sorry for not updating in forever. I was at Camp Half-Blood. Not really, but I was at a summer camp with a couple of kids with ADHD and Dyslexia. Also, we had to sit at tables with our cabins, we made up our own myths, and we played capture the flag. Oh, and there were some kids who were just like demigods. There was one girl with blonde hair who was spreading untrue rumors that another camper and I were dating, who growled and made hand gestures instead of talking, although she was able to talk. She could find anyone in camp at any time. She was about eight, and a foot shorter than me, but I have to tell you, she is one person I do not want to meet in a dark alley. I'm pretty sure she would be an Athena kid. Then there were a couple of kids with singing talent, one of whom was my supposed boyfriend's sister. We're still not positive why the rumor got spread, but it started with his cousin. Apparently some people don't think guys and girls can be just friends… Anyway, just to annoy you guys (not really), I added some more characters to the story. I hope you like them! I was actually inspired by some kids I met at camp, but the characters aren't based off real people. They are fictional. I may ask those campers for advice on the particular characters they inspired, such as asking the guy who inspired Sandy Greene who he'd like his godly parent to be, but the characters are just pieces of my imagination. I missed you guys! And my laptop. And Fanfiction. I hope you like it! Also – Matty! Give my laptop back!

Hey guys. I'm Matthias. My sister is crazy. Somehow she thought it'd be a good idea to tell you all about our lives. Now that she's started, of course, I really have to have some input. Even if she's my twin, she probably has no idea what I'm thinking half the time. You really have to get my point of view to see the whole picture. I wonder if we should get the other guys in on this too…

I for one am really curious what in the world Roland was thinking when he kissed Sandra – well, let's save that for later. Ow! Well, I guess Roland will be joining us in chapter 2. He just elbowed me and grabbed my sister's laptop. It gets kind of annoying when he reads over my shoulder (hint, hint, Roland)… Anyway, here goes.

We got to Camp Half-Blood just fine. It turns out we weren't the only campers who arrived that day though. I guess I should probably mention Sandy Greene.

We'd just sat down at various tables for dinner with our cabin mates, when I heard a scream. I whirled around, only to see some Aphrodite girl pointing at a red blob. No – that wasn't right. It wasn't a blob. Sorry – I have bad eyesight and I wasn't wearing my glasses. It was a boy, covered in blood.

I leapt to my feet, along with Sandra, followed by the entire Apollo cabin. We rushed over as the kid collapsed. Somehow we carried him through the mess of demigods to the Big House. Sandra and I searched for a wound as our siblings grabbed gauze and other medical supplies. The kid had a stab wound directly above his belly button and one to the right of his heart. If the second wound had been just a centimeter to the left, the kid would probably have died before we got to him. I thanked all the gods for that as I checked for poison.

I wondered what stabbed him as I colored in the box next to 'NO POISON' on the Demigod Wound Checklist. What? You think it's funny that we have a DWC? Well, how about you try healing stab wounds without having any official medical training? Also, did I mention, I'm still just a teenager? Anyhow, a bunch of my siblings rushed over and Will (my favorite brother) said the names of a bunch of medical tools.

"Sandra," he ordered, "pass the gauze." And she did. By the way, I sort of only know the medical terms 'gauze' and 'scalpel'. Most of the time I just say pointy thingy, really pointy thingy, or other thingy. So… Now you know how we met Sandy. Oh, right. I should probably mention that the kid's name is Sandy. We do have ADHD, you know, so sometimes (actually, most of the time) Sandra and I go on tangents like that. Anyhow, Sandy woke up three days later.

Sandra and I were on Naptime – er… Guard Duty over Sandy – when he woke up. Sandy has this bright green hair that goes down to his chin, and it was plastered to his face right then, dark with sweat. His eyes were closed one moment, and the next he cried out and sat up in bed. Sandra and I jolted awake. She was at his side in an instant while I was still trying to remember how to move. Honestly, how does she do that? She can go straight from fast asleep to leaping to her feet. I kind of envy her. So she was standing beside him repeating,

"It's okay, you're safe," over and over again. Finally he calmed down enough to say

"Ow." He winced as he pressed his hand to the bandage on his chest. By this time I was standing next to him, smiling apologetically.

"What did that?" I asked, gesturing at his wound. Sandy frowned, trying to remember.

"It had teeth. And claws. And fur, I think." Oh. Well, then. That really narrows it down.

"Do you remember any other details? That pretty much describes half the monsters that ever lived." Sandy shrugged.

"Sorry." he mumbled. I shrugged back.

"Nah. It's fine. What's your name?" The tag inside his jacket had said Sienna, but it was probably stolen.

"Sandy Greene." Sandra smirked. She asked,

"Did the hair or the name come first?" For the first time, Sandy realized he wasn't anywhere he recognized. His eyes widened.

"Wait… Where am I? Where's my sister?" Sandra and I exchanged a nervous glance.

"Uh…" was our shared clever response. A black-haired boy I recognized from my rescue party suddenly was standing in the doorway, memories flashing before his dark eyes. Nico, wasn't it? He came out of his memory induced daze.

"I was looking for Will…" he mumbled. "But then I heard some familiar words."

"Where's my sister?" asked Sandy again. "And who are you?" Nico winced at the first question. I didn't want to ask. Nico sat down at the foot of Sandy's bed.

"This is going to be a bit confusing." We proceeded to explain about demigods. Apparently Sandy had not read the Percy Jackson books, so the explanation was a little difficult, although Nico didn't mind. It involved a zombie or two and karaoke. Don't ask. When he finally got the idea, he asked his question again.

"Where's my sister?" I sighed, afraid to be the bearer of bad news, but having no choice.

"Sandy, you came here by yourself. You showed up at dinner, covered in blood, by yourself. We didn't even know you had a sister until you woke up. I'm sorry, but we have no idea what happened to your sister." Sandy was brave, unlike most 11-year-olds. He didn't cry. He just stared straight ahead, expression and voice distant.

"Oh." He whispered.

Hello! Cliffhanger as I drive next to a cliff! It's very funny, if only for me. I hoped you liked that. By the way, if I leave author's notes for the people who inspired my stories, I'll probably just refer to them as the character they inspired. So, Sandy Greene, thank you for inspiring me, being my friend, and for reading this. Also, I'm sure my readers who now get a new chapter thank you too, because without you, I'd have a bad case of writer's block. If you want me to change your name, I will. Bye everyone! I'll update when I can! Love, ThaliaofAvalon.